#forksandspoons

Sitting here as I am approached by the idea of “blogging” I can’t help but feel I have nothing to say compared to what is truly going on in the current world. I wonder if like me there are people across the country trying to find meaningless words to scramble together in hopes of  trying to make the world a “different” place. Then I realize , I shouldn’t care what thought-provoking message I put into the world because it doesn’t matter unless people want it to, odds are this blog will be buried with other stories,poems,blogs,writings I’ve composed over the short nineteen years I have been given. To tell you the truth I thought life would be more exciting than what it has been. I mean yes, after a few cuts and bruises a couple of broken hearts and some skeletons in the closet you can’t help but feel as nineteen you’ve become an “adult”. Truth is, people never grow up, they just suppress who they are because it’s not tolerated by those who are best at hiding themselves. So I can’t tell you about how I survived the holocaust or how I became the a leader of a third world country or that I saved people all over the world, All I can do is simply be myself and hope it’s something to write about.